{"id":87722,"date":"2022-09-11T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-09-11T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nursingstudybay.com\/2022\/09\/11\/solar-sparks-of-epiphanies\/"},"modified":"2022-09-11T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T00:00:00","slug":"solar-sparks-of-epiphanies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.studyproessays.com\/help\/solar-sparks-of-epiphanies\/","title":{"rendered":"Solar Sparks of Epiphanies"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p>\u201cWe don\u2019t have much time, do we?\u201d he spoke softly, staring<br \/> enraptured at the inky constellations. The stars were never quite as clear<br \/> as they were that fateful night; Orion\u2019s belt outlined itself perfectly in<br \/> specks of radiating plasma, forming that heroic shield \u2014I could practically<br \/> feel the stardust from trillions of years stirring in my body.<br \/> My brother and I lay wrapped in blankets on the grass, roof tiles<br \/> scattered by our feet. The night was wholly black, the deep, lost kind,<br \/> without a streetlamp or stoplight or a single window lit up.<br \/> Thousands of stars shone, hundreds visible for the first time. My<br \/> mind swam in the beauty. Somewhere far and distinct, I felt sure God<br \/> watched us knowingly, all littered in disaster and shivers of hope.<br \/> I thought back to that morning. I could still see the inverted purple<br \/> sky looming outside my window; I could still hear the sirens ringing.<\/p>\n<p> I<br \/> remember exactly how it felt when that single remote thought occurred to<br \/> me\u2014death is as likely as anything. At that moment the tornado ripped<br \/> overhead. The revolving sky plunged unto my street, yellowed and filled<br \/> with flying debris. I clung tight to my family.<br \/> Life held a precious quality when that eerie calmness crept over the<br \/> house\u2014the tornado had passed. We stood outside, caught in a sticky<br \/> breath-held sort of silence. Trees were slapped against the asphalt, power<br \/> lines were down. Just miles down the road whole neighborhoods stood<br \/> with only frames left, jagged like broken teeth. We used the last of our gas<br \/> and spent the day sorting piles of pictures and valuables for the people still<br \/> gasping and shaking; they were only hours before buried under rubble. I\u2019d<br \/> never felt so thankful.<br \/> That night my fingers trembled in the solar sparks of epiphanies. We<br \/> all have those moments where our pupils\u2019 contract and neurons connect<br \/> and we realize something that ignites a steady, streaming circuit in our<br \/> hearts. That night was mine. I lay in one quiet, dark spot on the Earth, and<br \/> became acutely aware of how precious the little time we are given is.<br \/> And right now, months later, I stare at the night sky that will never<br \/> shine quite like it did amidst that sprawling disaster. Right now I\u2019m eighteen<br \/> and I honestly don\u2019t know what to do with my life. I know there are people<br \/> in need all around the world, and I know, like those days after the tornado,<br \/> that I\u2018ll be helping them one day. I know there are books I will write and I<br \/> know there are deep abysses and starry nights and classrooms that I\u2019ll<br \/> forever dig for that treasured knowledge I seek.<br \/> Disaster is a devious tune that strikes a storm all over the Earth, but<br \/> that night it set my mind to seeing the beauty in the breakdown.<br \/> \u201cI think we\u2019re given the precise amount of time needed to make a<br \/> difference,\u201d I remember answering. I still believe this much.<\/br><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cWe don\u2019t have much time, do we?\u201d he spoke softly, staring enraptured at the inky constellations. 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